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America’s master of noir delivers his masterpiece, a rip-roaring, devilishly wild ride through the bloody end of the 1960’s. It’s dark baby, and hot hot hot.

Martin Luther King assassinated. Robert Kennedy assassinated. Los Angeles, 1968. Conspiracies theories are taking hold. On the horizon looms the Democratic Convention in Chicago and constant gun fire peppers south L.A. Violence, greed, and grime, are replacing free-love and everybody from Howard Hughes, Richard Nixon and J. Edgar Hoover to the right-wing assassins and left-wing revolutionaries are getting dirty. At the center of it all is a triumvirate: the president’s strong-arm goon, an ex-cop and heroine runner, and a private eye whose quarry is so dangerous she could set off the whole powder keg. With his trademark deadly staccato prose, James Ellroy holds nothing back in this wild, startling and much anticipated conclusion to his Underworld USA trilogy.

About Blood’s A Rover

America’s master of noir delivers his masterpiece, a rip-roaring, devilishly wild ride through the bloody end of the 1960’s. It’s dark baby, and hot hot hot.

Martin Luther King assassinated. Robert Kennedy assassinated. Los Angeles, 1968. Conspiracies theories are taking hold. On the horizon looms the Democratic Convention in Chicago and constant gun fire peppers south L.A. Violence, greed, and grime, are replacing free-love and everybody from Howard Hughes, Richard Nixon and J. Edgar Hoover to the right-wing assassins and left-wing revolutionaries are getting dirty. At the center of it all is a triumvirate: the president’s strong-arm goon, an ex-cop and heroine runner, and a private eye whose quarry is so dangerous she could set off the whole powder keg. With his trademark deadly staccato prose, James Ellroy holds nothing back in this wild, startling and much anticipated conclusion to his Underworld USA trilogy.

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About Blood’s A Rover

Summer, 1968. Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy are dead. The assassination conspiracies have begun to unravel. A dirty-tricks squad is getting ready to deploy at the Democratic Convention in Chicago. Black militants are warring in southside L.A. The Feds are concocting draconian countermeasures. And fate has placed three men at the vortex of History.

Dwight Holly is J. Edgar Hoover’s pet strong-arm goon, implementing Hoover’s racist designs and obsessed with a leftist shadow figure named Joan Rosen Klein. Wayne Tedrow—ex-cop and heroin runner—is building a mob gambling mecca in the Dominican Republic and quickly becoming radicalized. Don Crutchfield is a window-peeping kid private-eye within tantalizing reach of right-wing assassins, left-wing revolutionaries and the powermongers of an incendiary era. Their lives collide in pursuit of the Red Goddess Joan—and each of them will pay “a dear and savage price to live History.”

Political noir as only James Ellroy can write it—our recent past razed and fully reconstructed—Blood’s A Rover is a novel of astonishing depth and scope, a massive tale of corruption and retribution, of ideals at war and the extremity of love. It is the largest and greatest work of fiction from an American master.

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Praise

“Darker, stranger and more compelling than almost anything else contemporary fiction has to offer.”–Washington Post

“Readers who love their noir blood-red will be giddy over Blood’s A Rover, the bang-up conclusion to James Ellroy’s Underworld USA trilogy . . . Ellroy’s prose is spare and riveting [and] his plot is hardball start to finish.”—USA Today

“A high-water mark in the career of one of America’s best historical novelists.”—Denver Post

“Brilliant . . . There are no soft edges to this novel.”–Minneapolis Star-Tribune

“Another cocktail of speculative pop-pulp fiction, conspiracy-theorist wet dreams and a beguiling alternative history. Fans will be pleased as rum punch.”–Time Out, New York

“The four-page intro has more acts of violence than hours of prime-time TV. The first word of the first chapter is ‘heroin.’. . Raymond Chandler, the founding father of hardboiled noir and one of Ellroy’s heroes, would have agreed with this approach.”—New York Post“Fascinating. . . . Ellroy contextualizes expertly, bringing everyone from a swish Leonard Bernstein to a randy Redd Foxx to a junkie Sonny Liston onto his lurid playing field.”—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

“I was hooked on the first page . . . By the last page . . . I picked my jaw up from the floor and quietly closed the book. Wow.”—Randy Michael Signor, Chicago Sun-Times

“Exhilarating. . . . A snitch epic, a history observed by the bad men and women who shaped it.”—Portland Oregonian

About James Ellroy

James Ellroy was born in Los Angeles in 1948. He is the author of the L.A. Quartet: The Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere, L.A. Confidential, and White Jazz, and the Underworld U.S.A. Trilogy: American Tabloid, The Cold Six Thousand, and Blood’s A Rover. These seven novels have won… More about James Ellroy

About James Ellroy

James Ellroy was born in Los Angeles in 1948. He is the author of the L.A. Quartet: The Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere, L.A. Confidential, and White Jazz, and the Underworld U.S.A. Trilogy: American Tabloid, The Cold Six Thousand, and Blood’s A Rover. These seven novels have won… More about James Ellroy

About James Ellroy

James Ellroy was born in Los Angeles in 1948. He is the author of the L.A. Quartet: The Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere, L.A. Confidential, and White Jazz, and the Underworld U.S.A. Trilogy: American Tabloid, The Cold Six Thousand, and Blood’s A Rover. These seven novels have won… More about James Ellroy

Author Q&A

Q:It’s been 8 years since The Cold Six Thousand. How excited are you that Blood’s A Rover is finally being published?

A: Yes, it’s been eight years since my novel, The Cold Six Thousand. I was that long between books for a variety of reasons, all of which are determining factors in the Beethovian greatness of Blood’s A Rover. One, my marriage had to go in the shitter–as I rigorously held on to the friendship of my beloved ex-wife and most astute critic, Helen Knode. Helen convinced me to write a more emotionally and stylistically accessible novel–one that plumbed the murky recesses of my tortured, tender and perverted heart!!! Two, I had to become deeply embroiled with the transcendent woman, Joan, who re-taught me American history from the ground up. Three, I made a conscious decision to write an entirely different kind of novel–one that explored spiritual and political conversion on an all-new level, while, of course, adhering to readily identifiable and identifiably groovy Ellroy shit!!! This IS my greatest novel–and I owe it all to Helen, the Red Goddess Joan, and a woman named Cathy, with a daughter named Theodora, who was the basis for Karen Sifakis and her daughter, Eleanora. Life is full of groovy, twisted, curveball shit, and Blood’s A Rover explodes, both with autobiography and my knowledge of history, linked to a deep personal resolve.

Q:How does this book differ from the other two books in the Underworld U.S.A. Trilogy? The plot is quite complex, and there are tons of characters. How did you keep all the story lines straight?

A: Truth be told, it’s markedly less complex than The Cold Six Thousand and slightly more complex than American Tabloid. The historical period–1968-1972–is less iconic than the periods covered in the first two books; thus, I had greater latitude to fictionalize. Again, this is a novel of outward revolution and revolution of the soul. There is greater dialectic in this novel than in my previous twelve novels combined. How did I keep the storyline straight? I wrote a 397-page outline, that laid out the action, down to the most minute detail. Meticulousness, diligence, profoundly rigorous work habits all contributed to the greatness of this novel. During the odd moments that my super-human resolve faltered, I stared at the numerous portraits of Beethoven that adorn my pad and at the photo of Joan that I keep on my nightstand (the left side, of course).

Q: As in the first two books, readers will recognize a lot of the names in Blood’s A Rover–Howard Hughes, J. Edgar Hoover, and Richard Nixon to name a few. So how much of the story is really true?

A: Yeah, Gay Edgar Hoover, Howard “Dracula” Hughes, and Tricky Dick Nixon appear again–but they are differentiated from my previous portrayals, as THEIR lives head for the shitter at a breakneck pace. As for what’s real and what’s not, let’s just say that gaps in actual recorded history have been kind to me, and, again, have allowed me latitude for creating fiction. My intent is to create a seamless fictional history; thus, questions like this one I tend to dodge and swerve around.

Q: There are three main characters in this book, Wayne Tedrow, Jr., Dwight Holly, and Donald Crutchfield, but Crutchfield is really the primary protagonist. You’ve said that in many ways he’s an odd hero. Why is that?

A: Aaaaahhhhh, my unholy troika–Don Crutchfield, Wayne Tedrow, Dwight Holly–all bad men in love with strong women!!!!! They are all recognizably Ellrovian, but Crutch–at 23–is the youngest of my protagonists, ever–and is, like his creator was at that age–a perved-out, window-peeping dipshit. He is also a profound voice of the great American qualities of indefatigable will, ingenuity and pitbull-like persistence. He keeps getting his ass kicked, and he keeps coming back!!!!! You gots to dig dat!!!!! All drama is a man-meets-a-woman; he FOLLOWS a woman for six hundred pages, has a brief liaison with her, and in the epilogue follows her for the rest of his life. I revere him for that; it is something I would do myself.

Q: The other thing about Donald Crutchfield is that he’s actually a real person. How did you meet him?

A: I met Crutch in ‘99, dug his wheelman/P.I. spiel and impulsively co-opted him to the book. It was a smart, instinctive move on my part–because Crutch hipped me to a world I did not know existed, and his relative youth in 1968 played in perfectly to my dramatic design: DIPSHIT KID AS SECRET VOICE OF AMERICAN HISTORY!!!!!!!!!

Q: You tackle some potent issues in this book involving race, crime, and social justice. How much did you intend the book to be a social commentary? Clearly a lot of these issues are still highly relevant today.

A: Yes, this book is highly topical, dialectical and full of exploitable contemporary reference, although I did not write it with those intentions in mind. Race, class, gender, sexual identity, seismic explosions within the body politic–call me prophetic, call me lucky, call me prescient. I am a student of history and an ignorer of contemporary culture, which allows me to live in the historical periods I write about with a fully-honed attention. There is a universal and timeless feel to Blood’s A Rover, even though it is quite period-specific. It’s the immersion process: I was THERE all the time I was writing the book.

Q: The hate and racism of the time period that you cover can be difficult to take at times. Did you find it hard to write?

A: It was EASY to write all the racial invective in this novel, because the story required it; because my bad white men come to renounce their racist beliefs; because racial humor is quite often hilarious and it is hypocritical to assert that it is not; because ugly language is a necessary corollary in a book entirely about the revolutionary tides of history. I feel no social obligation to mediate racial comments with apologies; I will read Black Panther/pimp schtick aloud, with broad racial inflections at my upcoming book gigs. Racism is a casual attribute of my characters, more than a defining characteristic, so PCers are confused–because guys they are supposed to get to dig are saying vile shit. I intend to grab the issue of race like a ravenous pitbull during my upcoming Knopf tour and milk it for all it worth.

Q: Blood’s A Rover has many varied settings including L.A., which clearly you know intimately, but also Haiti and the Dominican Republic. Have you spent much time in these countries?

A: Yeah, I know L.A. intimately–but no way was I going to shag my skinny white ass over to Haiti and the D.R. I sent a researcher–she had a blast–I read her notes, examined her slides and studied her maps. Fiction is verisimilitude–in the end, it all comes down to how well you can make this shit up!!!!! HISTORY: what a blast to rewrite it to your own specifications.

Q: Over the years you’ve developed a very distinct writing style, but who were some of your early inspirations?

A: My style is deliberately provocative and outrageous: it is meant to be both challenging and wildly raw and entertaining. As a youngster, I loved the police novels of Joseph Wambaugh–but for years now, I haven’t read fiction, I just lay around in the dark, brooding, listening to Beethoven and waiting for women to call me on the phone. I’m a genius!!!!! I’m sui generis!!!!! I’d be insufferable if I wasn’t such a sweet-natured and groovy guy.

Q: Over the last few months, Playboy has been serializing your next project The Hilliker Curse: My Pursuit of Women. Can you tell us a little bit about this new work?

A: Yeah, The Hilliker Curse, subtitled “My Pursuit of Women,” a four-part serialization in Playboy, a Knopf book in a significantly enlarged form, most likely sometime next year. This memoir details my obsessive spiritual quest and dissects–with unprecedented rigor–the male romantic urge. The book is a companion to my 1996 memoir, My Dark Places, the story of my mother’s 1958 murder. I conceived this book while writing Blood’s A Rover, in a state of desperate mooning for Joan, while I tried to convince Cathy to divorce her husband and marry me, while my ex-wife Helen gave me nightly ass-kickings and urged me to cool my jets, and look to the deep psychic truth that informs my horny, aging burn-out on a mission of LOVE soul. You heard it first here: Blood’s A Rover will be HUGE–but The Hilliker Curse will be a spiritual text for the ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Q: I have to ask, where did your nickname the Demon Dog of American Literature come from? Anything to do with Knopf’s own canine logo the Borzoi?

A: I have never understood where I got the Demon Dog moniker. Maybe it’s because I chase cats, wear designer flea collars, drink toilet water, bay at moons, and urinate to mark my turf. I DO identify with the Knopf Borzoi!!!!! That dog is 94 years old and still going strong!!!!! Let’s get him a comb-out and a flea dip, so I can take him on the Blood’s A Rover tour with me.